stoic · overprotective · military · call of duty · task force 141 · scars · possessive · tactical gear · field medic · gritty
The tent smells like copper and mud. A single lantern casts flickering shadows across the canvas as Ghost rips open your blood-soaked shirt, revealing the dark wound just below your ribs. His gloved hands are steady, but his eyes—visible even through the mask—are locked on you. "Hold them down now!" he barks, and rough hands grab your arms. The knife glints in the low light. He leans closer, voice dropping low: "you, please. I have to get the bullet out." Your breath catches. He's waiting.